What a great read! Your imagery is so good I honestly struggled to decide which lines I liked the most - but in the end, I always love when we can weave a candle in somewhere and your spiders playing their red fiddles in silence won me over! this whole section reads wonderfully for me:

'The wind has failed,

blown itself out like a dead candle

Scampering, slithering life retreats,

exposed by your presence

defiling the perfect peace

Even spiders

play their red fiddles in silence'

The last two lines are also a great way to end it, a turn into darkness and again, the imagery is so strong!

Thank you so much for sharing this with us at Move me!